The Last Drop Grand Opening

[conflictresolution]

Who: Whoever would like to attend the grand opening mingle at the Last Drop
Where: Entertainment District – The Last Drop
What: The grand opening of the night club / bar
Warnings: Alcohol and low-level drugs




The Last Drop opens big and loud with neon lights and music that booms from within to be heard from the streets. There are two large bouncers at the door, but they were allowing people in very freely on this night until the room was at capacity then there would be a line. The bouncers only stop those who are already three-sheets to the wind and could cause trouble, but otherwise, they are there to break up trouble as the night wears on.

Inside, there was smoke machines, flashing lights, loud music and the drinks were flowing to anyone that wanted. There was plenty of dancing, some dart boards along the walls, a jukebox, tables and booths for patrons to have drinks and discuss business.

There are stairs that lead up to a second floor to one side of the bar, lights on the stairs. There were people lounging on the stairs and it seemed to be ‘employees only’. Patrons were allowed the lounge there as well if they were tired of dancing or the tables or booths were occupied.

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— just so you know, that's how you make a villain.

[opheliac]

i. ❝In my origin story, was the people pleaser — from picked on & prodded & served at your leisure.❞ | OPEN.
▷ THE ENTRANCE

[ maybe YOUR CHARACTER is on THEIR way to this newly establishment out of curiosity, or maybe YOUR CHARACTER caught along with the other patrons standing in this stupid line just to have access inside. is this place really worth that? the music seems to be booming and the smoke is leaking through some of the cracks, so this bar must be something.

whatever the reasoning of YOUR CHARACTER being here, the one thing that will stick out is jinx freely moving around the doorway and loitering around the building without the bouncers scolding her or batting an eye. wait, how is that fair? because whenever someone else tries to mimic her movements, they either get a cold death stare from the men, or they get told to get back in line. why is she getting special treatment? well, this could be YOUR CHARACTER chance to ask, since the teenager is skipping closer with a fruity drink in her hand — in all smiles. ]

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ii. ❝To the antagonist in your new movie — that's what you did to me.❞ | OPEN.
▷ MAKING ROUNDS

[ inside the chaotic party, jinx is weaving her way through locals and chosen as she moves swiftly to the current record being played on the jukebox. every so often, she leans forward to sneak a sip of someone else's drink without their knowledge — then disappears somewhere else.

in time, she spots YOUR CHARACTER and bounces on over with an obnoxious slap to THEIR back. let's hope YOUR CHARACTER wasn't in the middle of eating, drinking, or having a conversation. ]

Hey, hi! How are ya? Are we having fun? Need anything? — Whatever you want is on me, on the house.

[ she flashes YOUR CHARACTER a wink as she looms her arm around their shoulders. friend or foe, it doesn't matter tonight. tonight is all about having fun and living in the moment! ]

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iii. ❝Fed me sugar & sweetness & spice — to keep me quiet & lovely & nice❞. | PRIVATE TO THE FIRST TAGGER.
▷ THE BAR CW: violence/breaking fingers

[ things seem to be going swimmingly so far at the last drop with various people are conversing, drinking, eating, dancing, and partaking in... something that might seem squint-worthy. the bar is a little hard to get to with so many patrons sitting or loitering nearby to nurse their drinks, but in the mix of it, jinx is there giggling with someone with a glass in hand. and whatever the conversation is about, it must be a damn good one, due to her being very animated with her hands. the liquid in her drink swings around in the glass until it spills onto a man close by — damping his tight whited shirt. the man swore loudly, and fires a scowl towards the culprit, being jinx. ]

"Hey, watch what you're doing, you stupid bitch!"

[ normally, jinx would ignore a complete nobody, but the insult rings in her ears and she spins around her seat to face the stranger. she studies him quietly, first his stain and then his face, with a smile still on hers and her head tilting to one side. ]

What's that?

[ the man's brows bunch together, and he grinds at his teeth over her response. how dare this girl act so innocent when she knows exactly what she did. ]

"I said to watch what you're doing, brat. Shouldn't you be at home? It's past your bedtime."

[ the smile on jinx's face tightens, and she nods steadily, as if she's beginning to understand this stranger's dilemma. ]

... Oh. Here, let me take care of that for ya.

[ placing her drink down, she hops over the bar counter to the other side and disappears underneath the table. is she going to clean off his shirt with chemicals? to find a napkin or a cloth? getting a wine stain out of a white shirt isn't necessarily a quick fix, but jinx is a genius and she has all the solutions.

... except when she pops up again, the teenager grabs a hold of the man's wrist then lifts her other hand high above her head — revealing a hammer in her clutches. and before the man can register what's happening, the girl slams the mallet down to his fingers. the patron screams in pure agony and jerks his now injured hand close to his chest. with a crooked smile, jinx leans forward and gingerly rests her index finger against his lips to hush him. ]

Shhhhh, it's okay. [ her voice coated with artificial sweetness. ] — Maybe next time you won't cry over something so minor, hm?

[ with a bigger grin now, she pats her hand playfully against his cheek, which signals him immediately bolt out of her sight and possibly out of the establishment. the blueberry girl hums a little giggle and stretches over for her drink again, casually sipping as if what just happened... didn't happen at all! ]

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iv. ❝& I'd choke it down like penicillin — 'cause it doesn't matter to you how I'm feeling. ❞ | OPEN.
▷ @ THE STAIRS/IN FRONT OF THE EMPLOYEE'S ONLY DOOR.

Hey, hey, HEY...!!

[ whoa, hello! for some reason YOUR CHARACTER wanted to explore or something and made their way up the stairs. but there's a two long braided hair girl guarding the door with her hands firmly on her hips. ]

What do you want? Why are you doing up here, huh? — Can't you read...?!

[ jinx drastically thumbs the sign over her shoulder that's being desplayed on the door. ]

"Employees Only". Meaning me, the boss man, and not you. ... Unless you got business with him.

[ eyeing YOUR CHARACTER with suspicions, jinx steps closer into THEIR personal space as her expression darkens. ]

And if you do, you better spill.

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v. ❝Stole my life, that's what I call a heist — sold it back & then tripled the price.❞ | PRIVATE TO SILCO.
▷ INSIDE THE EMPLOYEE'S ONLY ROOM.

[ the party is still going downstairs, but the commotion of it is hardly a disturbance for her. if anything, it's such a nostalgic and oddly satisfying sound that is has the tired out teenager yawning in the rafters. jinx swings delicately in her hammock as she relaxes with one leg dangling off from the cradle. ]

Think I'm gonna turn in early tonight... How about you? You're not going to stay up all night, are you?

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vi. ❝& I'm not on your payroll — but I'm makin' a killin'.❞ | OPEN.
▷ THE WILDCARD

— idk, make up something here. it's almost 2am and i'm getting sleepy. so you know where to reach me.

v.

[conflictresolution]

[The bar had turned into a full on nightclub at this point in the evening, and the boom of the base could still be heard from his office though muted through the floor and walls. The rhythmic sound meant that he could work if he wanted to, but currently, he was pondering his next step. So far, there wasn't much trouble below.

He leaned back in his padded chair and crossed one leg over the other as he glanced up to the rafters where his daughter's hammock was hung. They both seemed particularly at peace to be back in a place both of them would consider home. This was where he had spent a considerable amount of time in Zaun after all.]

Not all night, no. I will remain awake until the place closes of course so I can check on the new employees on how they made out. I expect I should make one more appearance with those enjoying the atmosphere as well.

[opheliac]

Uh-huh, sounds swell.

[ she says through another obnoxious yawn and then pulls her leg in so she can unbind her boots. if she knew her father like the back of her hand, he was going to spend the night in this office. and just like old times, jinx will be staying over to slumber right along with him, but up above.

placing her boots on one of the many wooden boards, she continues to get herself settled and comfortable — starting with unbraiding her hair... which will be a pretty long process. ]

— Think we're gonna need more workers?

[conflictresolution]

[Whether Jinx believed him or not didn't matter. He wouldn't push it too far at the moment; he had plenty of things to keep his attention and now wasn't the time to take a day off. He was only getting started, but this was the beginning of setting down some real roots and gaining the necessary power to make a difference to how things operated.

He reached over to pull his ashtray closer to the edge of his desk and leaned back as he lit a lighter so that he could start his cigar.]

There will always be a need for more workers. We will find those that are loyal and keep them closer.

[opheliac]

[ she hums gently as a response, her fingers weaving through her blue locks to free them from their twist. ] — This place is missing one thing... [ jinx trails off as her pinks fixate on the timber above her head. like with the muffled music, there's serenity in gazing upon these very specific planks, and her faded doodles. ]

No Chuck to play with.

[ their current barkeep is decent, but he is lacking the skittish behavior, and the confusion expressions that "chuck" would have whenever she was within his proximity. ]

[conflictresolution]

[Silco glanced up again at the mention of something missing, and he suspected he knew what she wanted in her life. He made a low hum sound to show that he was listening even as he returned to lighting his cigar and taking those first few puffs to get it fully ignited.]

A minor issue. That bartender we encountered when I taught you pool looked like he had potential, and I expect to approach him to come on board soon enough.

[She would have her Chuck whether they realized that was their fate or not.]

Do you want me to brush out your hair before you sleep?

iv - lmao ok let's go (cw: hallucinations

[traumaticus]

[Unfortunately(?), the Last Drop didn't hold much if any appeal to Richard. It far too loud, the flashing lights were far too bright and harsh, and people with various states of undress were rubbing against each other in a rhythm of the demonic music. It was as if people had lost their minds, offering their souls so freely for the sin and devil's worship.

"Then this place is just perfect for you!" The white witch speaks to his ear again. "It's a mad world, Richard. A devil's party for a devil. You should join in. Unless. There is another reason why you're here?"

The latter remark makes Richard flinch and hastily turn around, ready to fend off the witch with his hand. But instead of Joan, there is another patron who's drink Richard manages to spill with his sudden movement. He, however, does not linger around to wait to see the repercussions as the patron keeps shouting demands at him. This is ridiculous, he thinks bitterly to himself. Once again, he feels like he is somewhere he doesn't belong to.

However, instead of, he doesn't turn around to leave the establishment. Not yet. After all, he does know just who is the master of this party and it wouldn't feel right for him to leave without seeking the man out first. Damned be the witch and her giggling. So, Richard makes his way towards the back and to the staircase. But before he manages to take the first step up he is already being stopped by another person. This time by a peculiar looking, grinning girl.

Richard's eyes widen a bit at the sight of her. The blue hair is, of course, the first thing he pays attention to. That and her.. Well, immodest state of dress. But what truly gets to him is the almost unnatural shine that she has in her eyes, like a wild fire.

At first, he doesn't seem to react to her as he keeps his expression neutral and lips sealed tightly even as she presses up and close into his personal space.]

...No. [And that's all he says to her before turning around to step away from her and leave.]

[opheliac]

[ is he saying, 'no' he can't read, 'no' he doesn't have business with silco, or 'no' that he isn't going to shed any information? jinx studies the stranger as he descends back to the first floor, her brows knitting together with uncertainty. the man is definitely one of the new arrivals from last month, that much she can tell, given her almost a year residence of living in this "world".

and like all veterans, including herself (sometimes), have welcome the newcomers to their possibly permanent situation, and supply them with all the needs to get started with their new life. and silco is usually the first one in line to offer newbies employment to his numerous of enterprises, or for personal affairs. her frown deepens when she peeps over her shoulder to the sealed door, where her father remains inside. ]

[ if this stranger is a new worker or something, wouldn't he enlighten her about him by now? maybe he didn't have the time, but the two of them live together. he had endless opportunities to tell her about this stranger. ... that is... if he is someone to silco, of course. jinx's been attempting to learn from her past mistakes, and to not make wild assumptions when things seem strange to her.

still, her shoulders tense, and her thoughts are cartwheeling through various speculative explanations. once richard is away from the stairs, the teenager shadows behind him — keeping their distance wide enough so she can mix within the wild and drunk patrons. he's... probably one-hundred percent a nobody, especially to silco. totally. but... maybe keeping an eye on him for a few minutes couldn't hurt. for safety measures. ]

[traumaticus]

[Just no, Jinx! That's all he has to say to you. Man of so many words and all that.

Richard is someone who's learned to be mindful of his surroundings, always paying to that which can be seen and which cannot. He doesn't catch on Jinx tailing after him right away, but it does become clear to him sooner than later. What makes it interesting is that whenever he spots the blue-haired girl from the corner of his eye, he can't seem to be able to see Joan. As if the witch had decided to step aside for time being and make way for the lonely waif with haunting eyes.

If she isn't yet another trick of the witch, of course.

He doesn't get too far, deciding withdrawing to one of the more silent corners of the bar where the most of the other patrons were already soothed out by the alcohol, struggling to stay coherent and awake.]


Why are you following me?

[opheliac]

[ so he isn't some amateur, or a simpleton like most, who would only keep their eyes forward and stray along in their atmosphere so blindly. it's how preys die so quickly in the animal kingdom, hopping and skipping around in a blissful glow — unaware of the danger that's circles above them in the skies, or hidden in the tall grass.

sure, easy targets are necessary when one is in a rush, or have a busy schedule. but jinx loves games, and toying with her guinea pigs if the opportunity is there. not that she considers richard as a prey, it's too soon to come to that conclusion. after all, he could very much be a monster like her. and as killers, being highly perceptive is second nature. so when they reach to a more exclusive area of the bar, the girl's lips twitch mischievously, as she swipes a single fry off a drunkard's forgotten dish. ]

'Cause I want to.

[ the response flew off her tongue with ease, and then pops the fricassee into her mouth; chewing. ]

This is my place. And I do whatever I want, whenever I want, with who...ever I want.

[ and then her pitch changes, perk and pretentiously kind. ]

So! — What's your story, huh? Got a name? Is it a boring name? Ten outta ten, it usually is. I might just call you, "Sulky".

[traumaticus]

[Richard keeps eyeing girl's movements with a keen eye, feeling a familiar restlessness creeping up to his body. The way she moved was unlike any of the other people he had encountered so far. Uncaring, careless yet meticulous at the same time, like water flowing in river. That added to the manner of her speech made Richard automatically think of the witch.

But Joan and the other spirits had never bothered asking him questions, knowing his name and just exactly what he was. They were liars, of course, trying to fool him into thinking differently by claiming to know his true self.

He keeps his expression neutral, seemingly unfazed by her antics.]

I was under belief that this place belonged to someone else.

ii;

[laserguy]

[Why is Scott here? Support his friend's... father's local business? Get a free drink?? Just see what the new place is all about? Yeah, guess those are all the reasons, even though he's starting to sport a small headache from all the music. He's fine, mostly, but for once in a long time, he's really not in his element. Not like he visited bars like these back home and the one that Dazai used to own is a lot more lowkey.

As such, he's kind of glad when Jinx comes up from behind him, even if it's just to smack him in the back and nearly making him choke on his drink.]

Hey, Jinx. [He awkwardly responds, smiling just a little as she swings an arm around his shoulders.] Congrats on the new place.

[opheliac]

Thanks! Actually, this is my house! Vi and I used to live here together. [ a beat as she reconsiders her phrasing. ] — And Silco too, really.

[ and saying so is the root of her current dilemma between her family. the three of them view the last drop as their home, but they can't seem to agree on who lives with jinx. she shakes the troubling situation away from her mind, and continues to grin her friend's way — slithering her arm away from his shoulders. ]

If you want, we can go downstairs. I haven't been down there yet to see if my old bed and couch are still intact.

[laserguy]

Got a wild house man.

[Man, this seriously is where she and her sister used to live? ...Also explains so much about the both of them. Scott briefly wonders if Vi even likes Silco, but uh, that is one family drama that he really doesn't want to touch with a ten foot pole.]

But yeah, that sounds cool. [His smile turns a little more genuine, that hint of teenage cockiness returning in his expression.] Give me the grand personal tour.

[opheliac]

Great, let's go!!

[ bouncing back to her feet (but without swiping two cans of sodas), she chucks the can to her friend flippantly, and leads him to the east side of the establishment. maneuvering from one side to the next is a slight challenge and an adventure within itself, with patrons drinking and dancing in a very disjointed fashion.

jinx offers one of her braids to scott as a "rope", so they wouldn't get lost in the crowd. whether he takes the proposal or not is player's choice, but eventually they do make it to the other side — an open doorway that would lead them down the stairs. ]

It's just down here.

[laserguy]

[Scott slides to his feet after she bounces back, just barely managing to catch the can she throws at him before following his friend through the crowded joint. Not that he'd say it out loud, but... honestly he's glad that Jinx is here and leading him away from the main crowd. Not that he usually prefers more quiet places, but yeah, this place isn't his usual go to.

He'll even lightly grab onto one of her braids, so that they don't get separated in the mist of the dancing and drunk patrons. Scott takes care not to yank too hard, but Jinx may tell that he's appreciative of the gesture.]

Man, was it just as busy back home?

[He asks as they reach the doorway, the noise finally becoming tolerable as a small relieved sound escapes him.]

iv

[solitarysoul]

[Oh no, he didn't spot Jinx when he noticed the quieter spot. He has half a mind to just turn and leave but he knows she won't let him go with out an explanation
or some reason to badger him.]

S-Sorry....I wasn't going to go in, I-I just wanted to sit somewhere, um, alone...er. For a bit.

[opheliac]

[ her tight expression evaporates fairly quickly, and her perky and bubbly nature surfaced center stage. was she being hard on him seconds ago just an act, or was she being serious? with jinx, it could easily be a little of both or none of the above. but all of that doesn't seem to matter as she shrugs her shoulders in a careless fashion. ]

Oh, okay! Then you can sit. You got my permission.

[ and that was it, huh? that simple? without any hesitation, she takes a sit on the steps too, one leg stretching out. ]

You could request for quieter music, y'know. — Dooooon't think the dummies downstairs would notice. Too busy glug-glugging their brains out.

[solitarysoul]

[Who knows, he may follow her night after night but he doesn't come anywhere close to understanding her. Of course he stopped trying pretty quickly.]

Uh...t-thanks.

[He takes a seat on the stairs and shakes his head.]

Its fine. The floor would probably still thump anyway.

[Is the bass, Levi. It does that.]

[opheliac]

Yep, they do that.

[ jinx can't necessarily pinpoint if levi is having the case of the anxiety attacks or not due to his sputters, but just to be safe, she inhales a nice deep breath and then blows the air slowly through her lips.

it's her subtle way to help lull him from all the ruckus downstairs, and maybe he'll follow along with her breathing exercises if he's having problems. after all, the girl is no stranger to anxiety episodes, even though she has issues handling her own, too. ]

What's your favorite color?

[ a very random question, she is extremely aware of it, but hopefully it's light enough that he'll indulge in it with her. ]

[solitarysoul]

[He's not really having an anxiety attack, but he's normally high strung and getting closer to the end of his rope. He just stutters cause he's shy, though.]

Uh?

[Favorite color? What?]

Um...I don't know. Not green.....not red.

i

[entreats]

[ .. ugh. This is so not Ange's sort of thing.

But Silco had made this entire opening sound more important than just your regular bar. And Ange is curious whether or not this place will live up to that. If the people in charge of this place do intend to shut the place down, then she intends on being there to witness it - and even if it doesn't happen, maybe she can pick up on some rumors in there to gather more information about this place.

The problem though.. It's the line. Ange dreads the idea of having to stand in there in order to be able to get into a place she doesn't particularly want to be at in the first place. The girl is of half a mind to just turn around and go back home--

--but that's when she discovers someone who's apparently able to skip the line easily. Someone familiar.

Ange makes her way over towards Jinx as the other walks out of the bar, just plainly asking: ]

Can you get me in there?

[ Dang, Ange, not even a hi first or anything, girl? ]

[opheliac]

[ due to the crowd, jinx almost missed ange completely when she springs through — luckily, the other spoke loud enough to flag the braided girl's attention. she blinks over with a light puzzle look, but then grins wide to her as she sips through the straw. ]

Yeah!! I can get ya in, Grets. But you got to follow exactly my lead okay? Nooooo fighting back!

[entreats]

[ ... ]

How come that absolutely anything you ever say sounds so ominous?

[ Granted, maybe Ange wouldn't find this as ominous if it was coming from anyone else. Maybe the problem is that it's Jinx, and when Jinx of all people says that, it means this can go absolutely anywhere.

Including paths Ange absolutely does not want to go down. Under any circumstances. ]

You make it sound like I'm signing up to be killed. [ No, worse than that. Death might actually be a mercy. ]

[opheliac]

Puleeze...! [ she waves her free hand dismissively over her silly claim. ] If I wanted you killed, I wouldn't need signature at all! I'd just do it.

[ without a warning or doubt, jinx ties her arm around the other's and tows her closer to her own frame — purposely having their hips bump together. ]

All you got to do is be your happy-go-lucky self and let me do aaaaalll the talking. Nothing can go wrong!